Page 11 of The Perfect Escape

“Right,” I whispered, my cheeks turning crimson.

Heat crawled up my spine. Ash turned to look at us, his gaze hard but full of lust. “It’s time for you to serve Hawk, angel. He’s been so patient. I think he deserves some love.”

“What do we do?” I asked.

“Let’s try the bench out,” Hawk said. “We can see if that unlocks anything...”

Once again, I was conflicted.

I loved being spanked.

I didn’t love being trapped in a room with two…

Hot men?

“Ugh,” I sighed.

“Come on,” Hawk urged. “There’s only an hour and a half left, and we have no idea how long this may take.”

The timer blinked, a constant reminder of the task at hand.

I waited for a moment, expecting the game master's voice to boom through the room again. But we were met with silence.

Knowing that we were being watched, and that somewhere my husband was tied up and trying to escape, turned me on. I felt embarrassed to admit it to myself, but it was true.

Every step forward to the spanking bench made me realize just how wet I was. How desperate I was to come.

What did that say about me? Was it just a valiant effort to rescue my husband?

The bench was made of wood and black leather. It was cushioned for kneeling, and had a place to brace arms.

Admittedly, I was familiar with this type of furniture.

With all of the BDSM items in this room, actually.

Nine years of marriage to Greg, and the two of us had explored a lot of kinks. I’d lost count of how many times I’d found myself willingly bending over a bench and begging for his hand to spank my ass over and over until I was a blubbering, whimpering mess.

With those memories in mind, I melted down onto the bench, leaning over and bracing myself.

“She already knows what to do,” Hawk said with a chuckle. “Does it feel good to bend over for a stranger, darling?”

“Fuck you,” I whispered.

Hawk circled me like a shark. There was blood in the water, and he was ready to devour every part of me. Every time hewalked in front of the bench, my gaze dipped to his hard cock in his pants—just waiting to be let free.

A streak of impatience ran through me. “We don't have all day,” I snapped.

He let out a dark chuckle, one that was mirrored by Ashton.

I glanced over my shoulder at the blonde Norse god, my eyes widening as he pulled off his shirt, tossing it to the floor. He was completely naked as he walked across the room to the clamshell bed. The spanking bench faced it, which meant I now had a perfect view of him as he sprawled out, his hand closing around the base of his cock, pumping it in lazy strokes as he watched his friend circle me.

Hawk paused behind me. His hand was hot against my skin as he raked up my skirt, bunching the fabric around my waist and exposing my ass and pussy completely. I shivered as his palm rubbed each cheek.

“Let’s see if this gets us anywhere,” he murmured.

“I thought you were going to fuck me…”

His hand stopped rubbing for a moment, but then continued. “I will, angel. Soon. But this is a spanking bench, and I have a feeling we’ll have to make proper use of it if we’re going to save your husband.”

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